The Emperor Crawling Out of the Grave

Hearing Liusu Mingyue's words, Mo Yan nodded lightly: "My lord has something to deal with, and I will be here soon."

"But Brother Great Emperor is a road idiot, can you find us?" Liusu Mingyue asked with question marks all over his head.

Mo Yan: "..."

...

"Little guy, three hours have passed, and the merchant ship has already left, can you hand over the key?" The middle-aged man said gently.

"No hurry, wait a little longer." Xiao Chen looked at the dark void in the distance, and smiled meaningfully.

The middle-aged man's eyes turned cold for an instant, but looking at the key in Xiao Chen's hand, he finally restrained himself from attacking.

Xiao Chen looked at the group of people in the distance, and asked with a smile: "Can you snatch a false emperor?"

The false emperor that Xiao Chen was referring to was the ancestor Misty, who had been hanging behind the ass of the merchant ship for the key.

Now that the key is with Xiao Chen, he naturally stayed.

"It's just a false emperor with an unstable foundation, don't bother me little friend." The middle-aged man laughed.

Xiao Chen shrugged his shoulders with a smile, the foundation of the Phantom Emperor's Realm of the Misty Patriarch was indeed unstable, he must have used some heresy to forcibly enter the False Emperor's Realm.

But a false emperor is a false emperor, even if the foundation is unstable, it is not something a group of gods can contend against.

Since they don't pay attention to Patriarch Misty, they should have brought a boundary-breaking weapon.

"I've used all the Boundary Breakers, it seems that you are really determined to get it!" Xiao Chen laughed cheerfully.

The corner of the middle-aged man's mouth twitched, and he stopped talking to Xiao Chen.

"Hey, ugly girl, you have such a bad temper, is it because your aunt is not on time?"

Xiao Chen, who had nothing to do, started to smell bad again.

The woman's eyelids twitched violently a few times, but surprisingly, she didn't scream.

Xiao Chen is a slut, it doesn't matter if you talk to him or not, because he can sing a whole show by himself.

"But looking at you, it doesn't seem to be a problem with your aunt. Could it be that the life of your husband and wife is not harmonious?"

"No, you shouldn't have a married life, who would dare to want such an ugly thing like you?"

"It's not about my aunt, nor about the couple's life. This is a bigger problem. Your situation is likely to be caused by endocrine disorders."

"Hey, ugly girl, let me tell you, this is a disease that needs to be cured. If you leave it alone, it may just be a bad temper now, and then it will be rotten hands and feet, and finally it will be a vegetable."

"I'm an old Chinese doctor in Minghai City. I specialize in treating difficult and miscellaneous diseases. I have a nickname, Women's Friend. How about I prescribe some Chinese medicine for you to try?"

"Hey, hey, don't go, I'll give you a 20% discount."

"Friendship price, 30% off."

"Don't go too far, the 40% discount can't be less."

...

Chatting, chattering, chattering, after two hours, everyone finally couldn't take it anymore.

They had never seen such a psychotic person, who kept talking for two hours in a daze.

All the people present were told over and over, and the army not far away was also dumbfounded. Is this fucking normal person?

"That's enough." A young master roared unbearably.

"Look, rage, typical rage." Xiao Chen looked like an old Chinese doctor who saw through everything.

"Let me tell you, rage is the number one killer of family harmony."

"I'm single and have no family." Brother Gongzi almost had a brain congestion.

"That's right." Xiao Chen nodded: "Do you know why you're still single? It's because of this rage, young man, this is a disease, it needs to be cured!"

"I'm an expert in the top three hospitals in our city. I was given the nickname Thunder Dharma King, and I specialize in treating violent disorders. Do you want to try it? It's guaranteed, trust me."

Everyone's heads were full of black lines, "How many nicknames do you have? You've changed a dozen or so in a while."

Brother Young Master gritted his teeth and said, "I'm not sick, can you please stop talking."

"Usually patients think that they are not sick. Believe me, my electrotherapy is absolutely effective. The friendly price is 50% off. How about it?"

Brother Young Master held his chest and looked at the middle-aged man pitifully.

The middle-aged man nodded helplessly, and Brother Gongzi let out a long breath, and immediately disappeared in place.

"Hey, don't go, young man. I'm not cured of rage, but I can cure other things. I'm also good at syphilis and genital warts."

"Hey." After Brother Young Master left, Xiao Chen looked at the middle-aged man, and grinned, showing his tiny zombie teeth: "Brother, I see that there is black air between your eyebrows, this is a bloody disaster."

The middle-aged man closed his eyes and meditated, looking out of sight and out of mind.

Xiao Chen curled his lips in disdain: "Tch, I learned physiognomy from a great master, if you say you have a bloody disaster, you will have it."

"Hey, that old man, I think you are getting old now, so there must be obstacles in that aspect." Xiao Chen changed his target to an old man next to the middle-aged man.

The old man wiped the sweat from his forehead, looked at the meditating middle-aged man, wanted to leave, but didn't seem to dare.

"Don't want that expression, man, it's understandable that you can't do it when you're old."

"Little brother, I beg you, can you stop talking, please? Please." The old man was really about to cry, but he felt a lot of flies buzzing around his ears...

Xiao Chen grinned: "Okay, I'll ask you a question, and if you answer it, I won't speak."

"You ask." The old man let out a long breath. With his own experience and age, it seems that there is nothing he can't answer.

"What do women fear most about men?"

The old man's eyelids twitched wildly, and after thinking for a while, he said, "No sense of responsibility?"

"No, no, it's not easy to define the sense of responsibility." Xiao Chen shook his head.

"Hua Xin?" The old man's forehead began to sweat again.

"Which man doesn't care, this is a common problem." Xiao Chen shook his head again.

"Do not make progress?"

"Don't go home often, and don't talk when you go home?"

"Twisting your mind, using violence?"

The old man gave several answers, but Xiao Chen denied them all.

"Sigh, I've lived my whole life on a dog." Seeing the old man who had no answer, Xiao Chen shook his head resentfully.

The old man only felt the blood rushing straight to his forehead, and the patriarch of his own clan was taught such a lesson by a yellow-mouthed child.

The old man's face was gloomy: "The old man wants to see what you, a yellow-mouthed kid, can say."

Xiao Chen cleared his throat: "So you lived on a dog, you listen to me."

At this time, the army not far away stretched their necks, and they were also curious about what Xiao Chen could say.

"What do women fear most about men?" Xiao Chen said with a smirk on his face, "One is afraid of being weak and poor in physical strength, the other is afraid of short-term kidney deficiency, and the third is afraid of getting weak in the middle and having a bad temper."